About jazzromance
Be the wind, you silent one
and I will be magnificent white mist
which silently flows in the valley
and breathes the damp
whispers of it's longing back to the clouds
and into which you carefully walk
and let yourself to be forgotten
for a moment


Be the wind, be a caress

jazzromance Looking for
What is a human being?


Her forehead is in dreams.
She is a longing of something gone ,
twilight of evening and night, which suddenly
grows dark to the purple of lips.

Roses and scorpions on hips
and flames between thighs
she is the passsion of midsummer:
A kiss a touch a caress.

Within her is oil
and from it shines a lamp;
Homeless on dynes of the world,
She is moment after moment present.